#indieblue

[indiebluecrown]

I have gotten three reviews this week that are each starkly different and one of them is just baffling. I mean I am going to finish my fics and I am sorry for the big hiatus 😭🥺.

[alwaystiredheaux]

"Let's run away together." Tomione please and thaaaank you!! (Indie 💙💙💙)

“That sounds nice,” Hermione murmured, stretching her bloody hand through the gap in the bars between their cells to reach Tom’s. “Where?”

“Anywhere,” Tom replied, clutching her hand and shuffling forward on his knees so that he was pressed against the bars separating them. “Hermione, love you have to keep your eyes open. I’m sure it’s only a matter of minutes before Potter will be here. Breaking the door down and demanding I get the hell away from you. You have to stay awake to tell him to sod off.”

Hermione began to chuckle but it quickly turned into choking. Tom’s eyes widened and he cursed himself for allowing them to be captured by his former future self’s death eaters in the first place where they’d swiftly bound their magic and relieved them of their emergency port keys. Hermione has managed to send a quick S.O.S via an old galleon she’d apparently charmed for them in the past before Dolohov had struck her with a fierce cutting curse, smiling maniacally all the while. For letting himself be swayed - when he’d been dragged from the peaceful cocoon of his horcrux - by a pair of brown eyes and a swath of curly hair. For feeling that one emotion he’d always known would be his downfall.

“Herm-“

“Tell Harry that it wasn’t your fault. That it was mine. And that-“

Tom shuffled back from the bars, crossed his arms across his chest and glared at her. “You can tell him yourself.”

“Tom.”

“Riddle is right,” a voice, Harry, interrupted and they both swung their heads to see him standing, panting in the doorway. “You can tell me all about how this is your fault and not his,” he jerked his head in Tom’s direction even as he crossed the dungeon to set them free, “when we get back to headquarters.” He broke the cells open, and scooped Hermione into his arms after he tossed Tom their wands.

[hermionefanfics]

√ Dramione (Draco x Hermione) √ Setting: 4 years later √ 1 chapter √ My score: ❤❤❤ (enjoyable) √ Rating: T (a little M too) √ Language: ***** (close to no mistakes)

“Hermione Granger had always been a stickler for rules, and having a certain amount of order in her life, so the day he moved in she decided to make a specific set of rules just for him.” Draco Malfoy becomes Hermione’s neighbour and she makes a set of rules knowing if she doesn’t she’ll end up breaking them. 

My notes: Meh…

[indiebluecrown]

"There's a familiar metallic smell in the air, it's tangy and the very memory of it makes a ball of dread curl up tightly in her gut. It feels like she's not quite in her body, the soles of her feet itch, her head feels light and woolly, as if it's been stuffed full of cotton." - Remione time travel. Non-canon.

In which Remus has things to say to Hermione about the Golden Trio’s recent risky decision, and Alice and Frank tie the knot.

Also, sorry it’s been so long since I last updated.

Chapter One: A Slip Through Time

Previous Chapter: Only Time Will Tell

[indiebluecrown]

World Ablaze

  Ablaze.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispers against the shell of the ginger haired girl’s ear and the girl can only smile in return.

  “You’re full of shite,” the fiery youth responds, a delightful shiver running down her spine as his hot breath washes over the side of her face.

  His lips press against her scarred, freckled shoulder and her smile grows. His icy fingers slide down her arm sending bolts of electricity through her.

  The snow gently falls around them, the snowflakes catching in her hair and eyelashes, the wind howls around them, slicing through their thin clothes. The cold landscape stretches as far as the horizon, and barely visible is a thick line of trees. They are getting closer, and soon it will all belong to them.

  She exhales deeply, her hot breath fogging up her vision for a brief moment. It is so peaceful. For now that is.

  She glances at her fair companion, his pale eyes are already trained on her, and the corners of her lips curl upwards as she reaches up to run a hand through his dark, thick tresses.

  “Are you ready?” He asks.

  “I’ve been ready since the day I let you out of that diary,” She says.

  She leans in and presses her lips against his ever so softly, it’s a promise.

  She plans to set the world ablaze, someone had to after all.

Just a little Gin’ N’ Tonic for your Sunday. I’ve had the last line of this sitting in a doc for months and I finally got the inspiration to flesh it out into a one shot today.

(Who do I tag??)

@calebski @ash-castle @protectnevillelongbottom @samosasandchutney @chiseplushie @disillusionist9 @littleredsiren3101 @ashenrenee @owlways-and-forever @todaysthemeisthemes @laisvega (I can’t for the life of me remember who would want to be tagged or who I should tag, if I don’t remember you then I am so sorry.)

[indiebluecrown]

Good Girl

  Good girl. Good posture. Good manners. Never speak unless spoken to. Oh how the carefully crafted facade, refined over years and years had crumbled so easily. It had blown away as easily as a leaf captured by the Autumn wind as it skitters across the ground.

  An only child.

  Groomed and primed to be the perfect wife to a suitable man one day.

  That is, until her darkly painted lips had parted and the sound escaped her lips without warning nor permission. “But, he’s there! Potter’s there! Someone grab him!”

  It’s a laugh, really it is. All the preparation, all the tutors, the ridiculous rules so that she would become the perfect bride, and none of it had stopped those eight ruddy words from tumbling violently and unabashedly from her mouth. Fear had pumped through her veins, piercing her heart and then she blinked, and the words had been said. There was no taking them back.

  Yet, somehow. She’d ended up here, with him.

  He tastes like whisky and something almost earthy and she can’t help but drown in it. She doesn’t have anything else left after all.

  It could be worse.

  Their sweaty bodies move almost in harmony against each other, her nails digging into his skin and his stupid bright green eyes shine up at her in the dimly lit room.

  He pants her name, but it’s too much so she slants her mouth over his and swallows any sound he may attempt to make.

  The good girl is gone.

  “Whore!”

  Someone had found out. Who knows how, and she frankly doesn’t have it in her to care anymore.

  She shrugs it off as she strides down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley; it’s just another slur for them to hurl her way.

   The good girl leaves.

  She hasn’t seen him a while. She’s been avoiding him, quite well she thinks as she bites into a rock hard scone—it’s dry and as flavourless as cardboard.

  She has trouble swallowing the clumpy food, but swiftly washes it down with some water and she puts down the scone in disdain.

  She suspects no one will find her here amongst the non-magical folk, and she’d like it to stay that way. She used to be a good girl, a proper young lady of a good house with proper standing. Now she’s tarnished, damaged goods and she isn’t worth as much as the dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

  She sighs heavily, her dead straight, dark hair falling in front of her light blue eyes. She tips her head to the sky; the sun is desperately fighting to shine through the heavy and thick cloud cover.

  She could probably survive if she never saw him again, despite the fact that she’d grown attached. There is just something about the boy with the lightning scar as much as she hates to admit it. An amused noise escapes her lips. She knows he can survive. He’s lost far more valuable things in the past.

Either way, the good girl is gone.

  Hot tears run down her cheeks.

  She should have known.

  It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, much less a shock. The news steals away her breath, her chest feels like it is caving in on itself, behind her eyes burns and her face grows bright red.

  He’s getting married to the ginger haired girl like everyone had predicted all those years ago, a match made in heaven. They’d all forgotten about his mistake, his slip up with the Death Eater slut.

  She doesn’t know why this is the last straw, but every last bit of hope is now gone. She won’t be missed, they’ll probably cheer once she’s gone.

  She smiles sadly, the salty tears the last thing she tastes before she jumps, sailing through the air.

  She just wants it to end. She just wants it to be over.

  The good girl, is, gone.

  “Dead.”

  It must be a mistake he thinks. It can’t be. It’s made all the worse somehow when he finds out how close she’d been, how close he’d been to finding her.

  The ginger haired girl cradles his head against her chest and hugs him tightly, making soothing noises. She glances up to her left at her girlfriend—whose pale eyes swim with sadness, her long and crinkly blonde hair pulled back messily.

  The good girl is gone.

Is this the part where I say I’m sorry? Or Happy Canadian Thanksgiving? This might be dreadful and I may be horrible for this, but I did the thing and hopefully you guys like it.

I do like Hansy, and I almost always give them a HEA, but some part of me just couldn’t do it. Again, I’m sorry.

@calebski @littleredsiren3101 @ashenrenee @samosasandchutney @protectnevillelongbottom @disillusionist9 @chiseplushie @ash-castle @owlways-and-forever @mechengmama @laisvega @hogwartsaheadcanon @kreeblimsabs @ff-sunset-oasis @worthfull1 @turbulenthandholding @acciovodka @for-witchcraft-and-wizardry @jules-millicent @justcourbeau @todaysthemeisthemes (I can’t think of who else to tag, I just woke up so I have sleepy eyes right now, also if you want to be tagged ever just let me know!)

[indiebluecrown]

"In the last twenty four hours, Draco Malfoy's life was flipped upside down. Not only was everything he'd ever known gone, but now the only person he had to rely on, hated him with every fibre in her being. Draco Malfoy was stuck in the past with none other than Hermione Jean Granger." Dramione. Non-canon. (Remione included.)

Just posting this in case anyone didn’t see that I posted a new chapter yesterday :)

ALSO, HOW HAS FTT gotten 900 reviews? WHAT. Mad.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Last Chapter: You Left Me!

Hope everyone likes it! (I know some of you have seen it already so I won’t tag you.) I am terrible at remembering who reads FTT, but @for-witchcraft-and-wizardry and @acciovodka I dunno if you’ve seen the new chapter or not yet?

[indiebluecrown]

HEY. HI. WHAT?!

It’s still incredible that I get to use this because I was nominated for something. Seriously, so freaking amazing.

I got nominated for best pairing for Remione in A Dalliance In Time, and Sirimione in Time Travel? Piece of Cake. I have no idea which one to tell you to vote for because they both mean so much to me, so I’ll leave that up to you. Vote for whichever you’ve read or you like or whatever.

The link to the website so you can check out all the other amazing stories (for all the categories etc) is (here).

The link to vote is (here).

I honestly don’t know what else to say just thank you and please go vote!!